What?

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    What?
    Stepping out of the darkness and into the light.
    Or is it the other way around?
    Every body thinks im wrong. Im never right.
    They hold me to the ground.
    I only need one person, I only need one friend.
    I can't even have that. No body cares about me.
    I'll be all by myself when this shit comes to an end.
    Everything seems fucked up but only to me.
    Im addicted to my own illusions of life.
    Illusions only i can see.
    Blood in my eyes and on my hands.
    Blood means life to me...

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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